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Goodbye

The wind softly caresses me,
and gently rustles the nearby tree.
I gaze up at the bright blue sky,
it saddens me to say goodbye.
For I know that I may never see,
such a beautiful spring day as thee.
But I walk inside with a small sigh,
for I know that I must say goodbye.



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